Self-inflicted Injuries

Seeing how there have been many posts about injuries either self inflected or not, I thought I would start a thread were we can tell our most embarassing ones.

About 6-8 months ago I was in the hurry to get into the bathroom(really had to go) and I turned the corner into the bathroom to fast and slambed my baby toe into the back of the door. The pain brought tears to my eyes and I ended up going the hospital and thankfully xrays showed it wasn't broken or dislocated, just jammed really good. Had to walk with a boot on for the next 2 weeks.

Friday night I had a group of people over and was making pizza's in my special pizza oven and managed to bang my arm into it while I was walking past it...that hurt.

This morning I wasn't watching where I was going and banged the side of my head on the wall in the bathroom while I was walking out of it. I was deep in thought before the pain rang through my temple...and my glasses splashed into the toilet.

I did the toe one just a couple weeks ago- ended up hitting a floor fan with my foot. My middle toe turned all sorts of impressive colors and OH MAN it hurt so bad- it wasn't broken, but I had to buddy tape it and wear a boot just like you did.

Toes are sneaky little buggers to hurt so much!

When I was 4, I was Superman. I tied my favorite blanket around my neck as my noble cape.
I climbed to the highest building I could find (dinner table.)
I tripped on said cape, and caught the corner of the table with my "eyebrow of steel."
I still have a tiny scar under my eyebrow.

Fortunately, none of my other self-inflicted injuries left any permanent marks.

my toenail still hasn't grown back to its normal color bet...still a lovely black. It doesn't hurt anymore though.

about 2 months ago, Monet's back claw scratched my stomach.. he didn't want his nails trimmed. It didn't seem bad at the time.. but now, everyone thinks I had surgery since the scar is so dark and deep. My doctor even yelled at me for not telling her I had surgery.. then she yelled at me for not coming in when I got the scratch in the first place!

Tom's gotten in the habit of biting me when I'm on the toilet...he sometimes draws blood and leaves some shallow but long cuts on my arm. A couple of weeks ago I went into my therapists office and he gave me a lecture on how hurting my self isn't the way to feel emotions...I still don't think he believes it was the cat .

When I was 12, a friend of mine and I were messing around, jumping off my bed. I don't know why, as 12 is really too old to be jumping off the bed, but whatever... My room was in the basement which is not carpeted, but my mom had put a big area rug in there. On what turned out to be my final jump, I came down and had a sudden, awful pain in my foot.

It didn't seem broken, but there was swelling, so my mom had me soak it (that was always her "cure" for anything that wasn't bleeding ). When it wasn't any better the next day she took me to the doctor, who sent me in for an x-ray. Turns out I had come down on a sewing needle. It must have been caught in the rug at just the right angle to go straight into my foot. Not only that, but it went in eye first!! I still have a scar on the top of my foot where they took it out.

Ouch,they all sound painful I was hanging out the washing a few weeks ago,dh is doing the garden and at the minute there's a big slope where my washing line is.I was just pegging out as usual and I slipped down the bank straight onto my back,it quite hurt my back but I tell you I was more embarassed incase any of my neighbours saw me x

I am seriously the clumsiest person ever... ask ANYONE. When I was really young, people would give my parents dirty looks because my legs were always covered in bruises (I was a wild child on the playground!). I broke my leg when I was 4 on roller blades, broke my ankle tripping over a curb when I was 8, sprained my wrist on a scooter when I was 9, broke my wrist on roller blades when I was 11 so badly that I needed surgery and pins to keep it intact, broke my foot walking up the stairs when I was 15, rebroke my foot a couple years ago somehow, and I've broken my fingers/toes so many times that I honestly lost count. Not to mention the dent in my forehead from running into a bottle rocket (...don't ask), the chunk out of my index finger and nerve damage from cutting an apple when I was 9 (with a BUTTER KNIFE), etc. To this day I am still covered in bruises and hurting myself in ways I never thought possible!

When I was a kid (around 10), I was taking apart a junk Camaro at my dad's shop. The guy who bought it only wanted the engine out of it and left the rest at my dad's, so I was out there daily with a wrench, hammer, and screw driver tearing it apart. I was scraping off the weather stripping with a screwdriver, and it slipped, slicing my index finger open near where it meets the top of my hand/knuckle. Blood was pouring off my hand and the guy who worked for my dad almost passed out I got a band-aid, and went RIGHT back to doing the same thing My mission was successful - when a tow truck came to get the car, it fell apart when they pulled it on the flat bed!

Another time, I got a box of CDs in the mail from BMG and was excited to open it. I used a knife to cut the box open, and managed to slice a big hunk of skin on my thumb. It was pretty nasty. I called my mom and told her I cut my finger, so she said to put a band-aid on it ... she didn't realize I had soaked through two paper towels trying to stop the blood. When she got home she realized I probably should have gotten stitches for it, but it was too late by then. It was a B* to heal, the skin kept popping back off. Got a nice scar there now, and a story I look back and laugh on. My mom said I sounded way too calm for it to be as bad as it was I was cool with it.

There's been a bunch of things I've managed to hurt myself doing in the last 24 years - could probably write a novel! And that doesn't count the pole/gymnastics/other aerial stuff I do that's torn me up!

I've had more self inflicted injuries than I can count right now, and all because of my own stupidity, but the most painful was when I dislocated my toe. I was in 4th grade, so I guess I was 9 or 10, and was going up the stairs. Of course, I couldn't walk up the stairs like a normal person, I had to run and imitate my dad by trying to take them two at a time. In fuzzy slippers. On carpet. I get to the top step and my slipper "slipped" off the stair but the toe next to my big toe did not. Mom was in the bathroom getting ready for bed and I screamed that I just broke my toe. She said "oh, you did not, come here". So I hobbled in, she took off my slipper, and started to pass out. My toe was sticking straight up to the ceiling (with my foot flat on the floor). Then I threw up all over my mom, and my foot. That was the WORST pain I have ever felt. THEN, the quack at the emergency room didn't even numb the foot before popping it back into place. That was the SECOND worst pain I have ever felt (yeah, I know, I haven't given birth so I have nothing to compare it to )

Well this is a thread I can relate to at this very moment. On Saturday I stepped out of my mail truck and rolled my left ankle. I went down instantly and skinned my right knee. I managed to finish my route and then spent an hour at Urgent Care. It wasn't broken, thank goodness. I ended up with a splint on my foot, a huge bandage on my knee, and a week off from work! I guess I don't remember having taken Percocet before, that stuff kicks my hinney!

Sorry about the repost! Must be the pain meds!

This past year has been a constant physical trial for me. You all know about the knee operation last July....it's been all downhill since then. For several months after that, I'd get to about two miles in my walking, only to have to deal with stress fractures at the top of the tibia. It took months to get back to normal.

Back around the end of November, I was trying to get the Christmas tree bags down from the basement ceiling....I didn't want to wait for DH. I'm a woman and I can do things. Um, yeah. So I was on the ladder, reaching and reaching. Fell off the ladder, slid along the basement floor and thumped into the washer. I was not amused; nor were my legs. I survived that, but I almost didn't survive the lecture I got from DH when he found out what happened.

Not too long after that, I got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. Now, I normally keep my shoes under the bed or at least down around the foot of the bed b/c I don't want to kill myself getting caught in my shoes. Well, we're thinking that a certain little Mollipop had been playing with one of my shoes and dragged it out. I got out of bed, my right foot got caught in the shoe straps and I went down. We think I broke at least one toe (and maybe the one next to it as well), but I didn't bother with a doctor. Took awhile for the swelling to go down and for the bruises to go away.

And then last Saturday morning, I was taking a load of laundry down the steps to the basement. My sandals had seen much better days and were at least 15 years old. I knew they were bad because I've fallen out of them several times. And that's what happened again. Rolled both feet out of the sandals and I went down. Hit the steps and smashed into the basement door. Didn't drop the laundry basket though. I'm still having trouble with both ankles, although my left seems to be the one that hurts the most. Actually that one might have been funny if I wasn't the one who fell.

That's three and they say that things happen in threes. I hope I'm done now for awhile. My legs and ankles would no sooner start to feel half decent and then I'd do something else.

There is not enough room to cover all the self inflicted injuries so I will just mention some from this year.
Yesterday a customer asked if I had a cat. Puzzled I said yes and asked why. He pointed to the scratches on my left forearm. I said those aren't from a cat I had a allergic reaction to zucchini leaves and scratched so much I really messed up my arm! Plus I currently have a rash on around my left underarm-doesn't seem like heat rash as it hasn't improved in the week since I noticed it.
Came in contact with poison ivy plants in June. Located said plants and sprayed with herbicide but haven't removed remains yet. (gathering courage).
Tweaked my knee this spring-hurt for long time 5-6 weeks? Ok now.
We still have many months left for 2011 so who knows what will pop up!

Originally Posted by spudsmom

Well this is a thread I can relate to at this very moment. On Saturday I stepped out of my mail truck and rolled my left ankle. I went down instantly and skinned my right knee. I managed to finish my route and then spent an hour at Urgent Care. It wasn't broken, thank goodness. I ended up with a splint on my foot, a huge bandage on my knee, and a week off from work!

I guess I don't remember having taken Percocet before, that stuff kicks my hinney!

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You were actually one of the insperations for this thread

Originally Posted by Winchester

And then last Saturday morning, I was taking a load of laundry down the steps to the basement. My sandals had seen much better days and were at least 15 years old. I knew they were bad because I've fallen out of them several times. And that's what happened again. Rolled both feet out of the sandals and I went down. Hit the steps and smashed into the basement door. Didn't drop the laundry basket though.

I'm still having trouble with both ankles, although my left seems to be the one that hurts the most. Actually that one might have been funny if I wasn't the one who fell.

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And your the second insperation for this thread

Oh I have so many "war wounds" LOL

I have scars everywhere....my most recent was probably when I fell down the outside stairs, it was wet out, I was carrying a bag of garbage and wearing flip flops. As soon as I hit the top step my foot flew out just like I stepped on a banana peel and I bumped my whole way down the stairs.

My arm was killing me, til this day I still think I broke my tail bone, I couldn't it for mths and it still hurts if I sit too long. I had to sit on a doughnut pillow and it still took me about 30 seconds to get the courage and actually stand up because it just hurt that bad.

My arm was all scraped up, couldn't figure out why until the next day when I noticed all the railing post on the ground I must have tried to grab onto the hand railing and instead knocked the post out
I had a white t-shirt on with no bra, I was drenched....first thing I did was look around to make sure nobody seen me

Then I cried from the pain!

I am the most clumsiest (and may be a little careless) person in the world! It's really not even that safe for other people to be in my general vicinity.
I guess my classic self-inflicted injury would be the day I decided to empty the dishwasher barefoot. I grabbed my butcher knife (blade down-safe, right?) at the same moment a sneeze sneaked up on me. I dropped the knife and, of course, it went right through my second toe. Well that was a delightful mess to clean up. It took a long time for the bleeding to stop even with my foot elevated. Anyway--how many people have a scarred up toe? Sorry about the mental picture...

OUCH!!! To all of the above . I almost daily end up with a bruise, scrap or ache of some sort. Just this morning I was unloading the dishwasher and banged my shin into the corner . Have a five inch scratch on my thigh that I have NO idea where that came from